Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel - Chapter 521

Chapter 521 Dad, I'm back! The thief is stupid. 1314 is the lucky number, but when I opened the door, I won the big prize. Can't be so unlucky!? What he didn't know was that there was an unlucky ghost coiled around his head. The unlucky ghost yawned and lazily said, "Call work!" Although he didn't know how it was such a coincidence that there were four policemen entering the door, but this level of unluckyness was a little cass Not challenging at all!

The unlucky ghost flew back to find Susie leisurely. After driving for a while, Kellen stopped on the side of the road, resting his head on the back headrest, exhausted. At this time, I saw a few policemen pushing a thief out, and one of them said, "Be honest!" Another person on the phone: "Go right back!" "You may not believe it. We were just on duty here, squatting on the side of the road to eat.

After the crowd saw it, they insisted on dragging us upstairs to rest." "You know a thief, he went to fortune-telling before stealing, and calculated a set of lucky numbers… Ha, what a lucky number!" Kellen suddenly tensed his back, and immediately turned his head to look. He felt the familiar black energy, the black energy that can only be felt when ghosts appear! He stared at the thief, feeling the black air on him. Can you still walk outside in broad daylight? evil ghost?

Kellen looked at the policeman who called, and a word came to his mind inexplicably: unlucky ghost. He immediately got out of the car and asked, "Where did you catch this thief?" The policeman frowned, "Who are you?" Kellen showed his credentials. Ten minutes later, Kellen rushed to the small apartment built by the residents and came to 1314. Sure enough, there was a lingering aura of black air! The only word in his mind was hapless ghost. The unlucky ghost is here, so is his little baby there?

Is it the unlucky ghost caught by his little darling? "Susie!" Kellen ran downstairs, a little flustered: "Susie!" No one responded. Kellen leaned against the wall slumped, pressing his eyes with one hand: "Susie, Daddy's little baby, where are you…" He was really about to collapse. He searched for three months, watching the mud dug out from under the big pit every day. 21.005 It is a daily repetition of hope and endless disappointment.